Happy Independence Day to my fellow Americans. In other words, screw you, Brits. Kidding! (I love the British! I wrote my thesis at Yale on British history instead of American history. And I spent a week in Cambridge for research, not to mention a summer in London.)

In case you care, this is how I’m spending the weekend.

I usually freeload go to the Hamptons with friends, but I decided to stay in the city. Well, kinda. As you’re reading this, I’m on my way to Philadelphia to watch the AT&T National — just for fun, but I’m having problems coming to terms with that. I can’t put away my reporter’s hat. I keep thinking of how I can fanagle my way to speaking with players after their rounds. I guess that means I really love my job because on my day off, I’m going for kicks and giggles yet I want to work. Or maybe I have issues. Either way, I can’t wait to see Aronimink because it looks fantastic on TV and the players seem to enjoy it. Plus, it sounds like the course is trying to put in a bid for a major.

And guess what! — more golf in my holiday weekend plans. A kind reader has invited me to play at Bayonne, the course around the corner from Liberty National that was also built on a landfill, on Sunday. (But I’m told it’s a better track even though I haven’t played either.) Bayonne even has its own ferry at Battery Park that takes you right to the course. Fancy! And more important, convenient.

It will be my fourth round of the year. Pathetic, I know. But hey, for what it’s worth, I’m ahead of schedule compared to the last few years.

I’ll try to take some pictures. I haven’t touched a club since MPCC and I’ve heard Bayonne is tough, but as long as I stay out of the fescue, I should be OK. I mean, I usually hit it pretty straight (knock on wood). Great, just jinxed myself. Don’t worry, you’ll hear all about it (whether you want to or not!).

Oh, and I’m sure I’ll be around on Sunday evening to comment on the final round of the AT&T National before it’s time for fireworks (which I’ll probably watch with friends from my roof). I wouldn’t miss out on Jim Nantz waxing all sorts of lyrical if Justin Rose wins again. Since he already recited Bette Midler at The Memorial, I can’t wait to see what he’ll have his assistant Google search this time.

On that note, Happy Fourth! Please share your golfing stories or experiences — past or present — in the space below. Or discuss Tiger’s atrocious putting. Or if you think Justin Rose can hang on.